1943年3月21日,我十八岁。这一天,我踏上了有轨电车,目的地是在任何地图上都找不到的:我要去寻找游击队。十分钟前,我的名字还叫雷蒙,但从12号线终点站下车后,我就变成了亚诺。就叫亚诺,没有姓。此刻的天气还算惬意,在我身边来来往往的人们并不知道将会发生什么。父亲和母亲不知道,不久后,有人会在他们的手臂上刻上编号;母亲会在火车站的某个站台被强行与她一生中最爱的男人分开。请相信我,真正的战争和电影里的完全是两码事。我的伙伴们没有一个长着罗伯特·米彻姆那样英俊的脸。不过说到奥黛特,我真应该好好拥抱她,而不是像在电影院门口的傻子,虽然她长得一 March 21, 1943, I am 18 years old. On this day, I set foot on the tram, the destination is not found on any map: I’m going to find the guerrillas. Ten minutes ago, my name was Raymond, but after I got off at the terminus of Route 12, I became Arno. Arnold, no name. The weather is cozy at the moment, and people coming and going around me do not know what will happen. My father and mother do not know. Someone will shortly number their arms. Mother will be forcibly separated from the favorite man in her life at a station on the train station. Believe me, the real war is completely different from the movie. None of my companions had a handsome face with Robert Mitcham. But when it comes to Odette, I really should hug her, not like a fool at the cinema door, though she looks like